another chapter in the book where we left off now the great adventure and fun lifestyle a poetic capture of my days now a multi formatted self taught producer though cautious of an approaching end for heeded warnings

 today i got out of bed

soon i'll be on the road

couple more days ahead

and home again

tea and caffeine

the joys of groceries

still around mom and dad

the parents pool with mountain horizons

the golf course neighborhood

the airport the walmart the backroads

fresh air no more substance abuse

last night i showered before bed

watched some youtube in bed

i have socks on my feet

i have dreams in my heart

now i am medicated

right now is already gone

the future will be here soon enough

where will i be come tomorrow

my grand delusions 

all alone plus the dog a good friend my poodle

fears and worries and goals and reassurances

empty plans live shows memories of those

u2 at the basketball stadium the metro there

washington dc memories 

the videos and the city

on the internet

figured out these surroundings

shopping center potomac river the basement

long walks to nowhere

air conditioning the television concept and what else

a boost to improve the day

a wealthier prosperous region

fast food or planning a grocery list

back and forth between the two

the country the south the valley

other outskirts main street and town

reading the rolling stones

my days go past and it's some reoccurring 'ceilings' looking forward to the next meal savoring studio time all those projects i published and made the creativity the cultural references lots of free time the hobbies and daylight each story producing some fantasies hallucinating the time i tried dungeons and dragons with my dad and the gamers talking talking talking where to hangout anymore the pandemic now um those days using technology video game cutscenes after meal thoughts with those receipt surveys the genius of the crowd sharing insights and observations the new yorker magazine back then years added up no more student loan and progress with my personal dreams songs in my mind translated into gone stoner times of joy the mania retained as suburbs swallow my years disability drugs um royalties and my prolific portfolio my mornings being consecutive going to catholic mass on sundays being an usher too participating

barbeques with family

the holidays the seasons the decade

home cooking ways of saving money

good shoes on my feet good clothes on my back

the dog close by

asian food asian art

other places far away the travels ended for now

the plane rides and the goals to get to

the past with tradoc and ait

my life my story my livejournal my blogs so inching along um great improvements from the olden days continuing on optimistic and resilient the next day and where i am the travel bag or the luxury estate when i was a guitarist um being american more good material intelligent ideas shared aging and fading out as the nuances change night meds um monthly injections hopeful the haircut the rest of the week the vacations the freedom and being alive exhaling relief and being positive as the rest of the world happens politics and the news being outside it all and all those heroes to think of claude monet ronnie wood stan lee andy warhol spike lee muddy waters rembrandt christian bale robert pattinson stephen spielberg mark wahlberg ian mackaye lots of people




 

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